Comments received on poems by arqios
windswept smiles
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Indeed. I remember these days myself...and they do bring a smile to my face. Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
April 9th, 2025 08:51
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Indeed. I remember these days myself...and they do bring a smile to my face. Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
April 9th, 2025 08:51
windswept smiles
arqios said:
Here it goes again, season must’ve shifted the cohort
April 9th, 2025 05:13
arqios said:
Here it goes again, season must’ve shifted the cohort
April 9th, 2025 05:13
windswept smiles
Poetic Licence said:
A drive down more youthful days, enjoyed the read
April 9th, 2025 05:01
Poetic Licence said:
A drive down more youthful days, enjoyed the read
April 9th, 2025 05:01
windswept smiles
sorenbarrett said:
Full of forgotten images of youth and past days. I was most intrigued with your opening lines
long, top-down drives
even shirtless-tans
sweet strawberry-kisses and
glorious watermelon stains
Here the imagery first line is reinforced in the second, a top down drive (in a convertible) is seen as a top down in shirtless tans. Sweet strawberry kisses is seen in the red watermelon stains of the second line. This is most ingenious and certainly most poetic on another level. My congratulations and a fave
April 9th, 2025 04:53
sorenbarrett said:
Full of forgotten images of youth and past days. I was most intrigued with your opening lines
long, top-down drives
even shirtless-tans
sweet strawberry-kisses and
glorious watermelon stains
Here the imagery first line is reinforced in the second, a top down drive (in a convertible) is seen as a top down in shirtless tans. Sweet strawberry kisses is seen in the red watermelon stains of the second line. This is most ingenious and certainly most poetic on another level. My congratulations and a fave
April 9th, 2025 04:53
Vilvoorde: wash
Goldfinch60 said:
Super words arqios, may that moonlight polish all our lives.
Andy
April 9th, 2025 01:14
Goldfinch60 said:
Super words arqios, may that moonlight polish all our lives.
Andy
April 9th, 2025 01:14
Vilvoorde: wash
David Wakeling said:
This creates a melancholic mood of a mind nit yet defeated.Enjoyable read
April 8th, 2025 22:14
David Wakeling said:
This creates a melancholic mood of a mind nit yet defeated.Enjoyable read
April 8th, 2025 22:14
Vilvoorde: wash
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Excellent write that demands multiple reads and is layered in metaphor. I also love how the shape of the poem resembles, at least to me, sheets hung out in the wind. Brilliantly done, my friend! 🌹👏
April 8th, 2025 18:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Excellent write that demands multiple reads and is layered in metaphor. I also love how the shape of the poem resembles, at least to me, sheets hung out in the wind. Brilliantly done, my friend! 🌹👏
April 8th, 2025 18:23
eye on the road
Cheeky Missy said:
Time and painful facts illustrate repeatedly the work is forever more highly valued than the authors. Man himself is guilty of this in the highest regard, charged with the fault by none other than his maker. However the same proves that the potter is higher than the clay. Gorgeous and beautifully rendered with nigh exquisite imagery, thank you very much for sharing.
April 8th, 2025 16:51
Cheeky Missy said:
Time and painful facts illustrate repeatedly the work is forever more highly valued than the authors. Man himself is guilty of this in the highest regard, charged with the fault by none other than his maker. However the same proves that the potter is higher than the clay. Gorgeous and beautifully rendered with nigh exquisite imagery, thank you very much for sharing.
April 8th, 2025 16:51
Vilvoorde: wash
Cheeky Missy said:
Fascinating and intriguing with delicious imagery and a tantalizing poignancy, how shall I look or answer? You leave me standing like a bird on one foot, uncertain whither the mists lead. Thank you for sharing
April 8th, 2025 16:48
Cheeky Missy said:
Fascinating and intriguing with delicious imagery and a tantalizing poignancy, how shall I look or answer? You leave me standing like a bird on one foot, uncertain whither the mists lead. Thank you for sharing
April 8th, 2025 16:48
Vilvoorde: wash
orchidee said:
....Not that I understand all the cryptic phrases - of course, I hardly ever do! lol.
April 8th, 2025 11:02
orchidee said:
....Not that I understand all the cryptic phrases - of course, I hardly ever do! lol.
April 8th, 2025 11:02
Vilvoorde: wash
Mourgana of the Fey said:
Hello,
This poem grasped my attention straight away. For me the language used was so much attuned coming from deep inner sources. It had the ability to become this kind of voyaging energy that you captured so well. Really liked the subtle word phrases. It felt completed. An inspiring read! I will surely be reading more of your work. Greetings and blessings,
R
April 8th, 2025 10:29
Mourgana of the Fey said:
Hello,
This poem grasped my attention straight away. For me the language used was so much attuned coming from deep inner sources. It had the ability to become this kind of voyaging energy that you captured so well. Really liked the subtle word phrases. It felt completed. An inspiring read! I will surely be reading more of your work. Greetings and blessings,
R
April 8th, 2025 10:29
Vilvoorde: wash
Poetic Licence said:
I have to be honest I have enjoyed reading this but I am still trying to work it, which makes it more fun.
April 8th, 2025 05:55
Poetic Licence said:
I have to be honest I have enjoyed reading this but I am still trying to work it, which makes it more fun.
April 8th, 2025 05:55
Vilvoorde: wash
sorenbarrett said:
With each reading the poem becomes less cryptic. Sheets in the wind billowing under sun images of a wash out to dry and what sheets are these? A wan smile not feeling well. Illness? Thundering pain, storm, metaphor, bring in the wash. A receding stain. And stained from what? Moonlight end of day. Polishes past damage seen as utter defeat. Like bringing in still wet wash due to a storm little gained in the wash. Rambling thoughts. Hope all is well with you. Loved the poem
April 8th, 2025 03:58
sorenbarrett said:
With each reading the poem becomes less cryptic. Sheets in the wind billowing under sun images of a wash out to dry and what sheets are these? A wan smile not feeling well. Illness? Thundering pain, storm, metaphor, bring in the wash. A receding stain. And stained from what? Moonlight end of day. Polishes past damage seen as utter defeat. Like bringing in still wet wash due to a storm little gained in the wash. Rambling thoughts. Hope all is well with you. Loved the poem
April 8th, 2025 03:58
The Lost Key
NafisaSB said:
wonderful imagination displayed here..thanks for sharing
April 8th, 2025 00:56
NafisaSB said:
wonderful imagination displayed here..thanks for sharing
April 8th, 2025 00:56
eye on the road
John Prophet said:
So true the bard is simply the conduit for the message
April 7th, 2025 20:42
John Prophet said:
So true the bard is simply the conduit for the message
April 7th, 2025 20:42
eye on the road
Kevin Hulme said:
It\'s amazing how the most unlikely people wrote Poetry: Abe Lincoln, Leonard Nimoy, George S. Patton and Bernard ( Carry On) Bresslaw. Nice one.
April 7th, 2025 20:16
Kevin Hulme said:
It\'s amazing how the most unlikely people wrote Poetry: Abe Lincoln, Leonard Nimoy, George S. Patton and Bernard ( Carry On) Bresslaw. Nice one.
April 7th, 2025 20:16
eye on the road
Mutley Ravishes said:
Limited identities? I am a poet, he/she is a poet. Maybe you aren\'t. You just write poetry.
Great write!
April 7th, 2025 18:59
Mutley Ravishes said:
Limited identities? I am a poet, he/she is a poet. Maybe you aren\'t. You just write poetry.
Great write!
April 7th, 2025 18:59
eye on the road
Tristan Robert Lange said:
When asked what he would want to be remembered for, Jim Morrison said, \"My words, man. My words.\" That is what every true poet want\'s to be remember. Lives are but the flawed vessels out of which hope, truth, beauty, love, horror, the grotesque, the macabre and raw honesty flow. The artist is important, but the art is the focal point and the art observer is the one who breathes life into it through personal interpretation. Beautifully rendered and a well-articulated viewpoint, one I share. A fave from me. 🌹👏
April 7th, 2025 09:12
Tristan Robert Lange said:
When asked what he would want to be remembered for, Jim Morrison said, \"My words, man. My words.\" That is what every true poet want\'s to be remember. Lives are but the flawed vessels out of which hope, truth, beauty, love, horror, the grotesque, the macabre and raw honesty flow. The artist is important, but the art is the focal point and the art observer is the one who breathes life into it through personal interpretation. Beautifully rendered and a well-articulated viewpoint, one I share. A fave from me. 🌹👏
April 7th, 2025 09:12
eye on the road
Poetic Licence said:
Loved the write I have always looked at the poem, art, music whatever first, and value it with a clear head, then I might find out more about the creator. Enjoyed the read
April 7th, 2025 04:02
Poetic Licence said:
Loved the write I have always looked at the poem, art, music whatever first, and value it with a clear head, then I might find out more about the creator. Enjoyed the read
April 7th, 2025 04:02
eye on the road
sorenbarrett said:
Here here a topic I have thought about for some time. Do we not do the same with painters and composers? Why is the life of the artist more important than his work? We live in a world where internet gossip takes us into the bedrooms of celebrities and even neighbors. We live in a socially distanced and compartmentalized sterile world devoid of personal contacts and we reach out for touch. It is not the art we wish to touch but the person. I say touch the person through his art not his art through the person. A great poem and a fave
April 7th, 2025 03:26
sorenbarrett said:
Here here a topic I have thought about for some time. Do we not do the same with painters and composers? Why is the life of the artist more important than his work? We live in a world where internet gossip takes us into the bedrooms of celebrities and even neighbors. We live in a socially distanced and compartmentalized sterile world devoid of personal contacts and we reach out for touch. It is not the art we wish to touch but the person. I say touch the person through his art not his art through the person. A great poem and a fave
April 7th, 2025 03:26
puppeteering farewell
Goldfinch60 said:
Shed those strings, stop the nose growing and tell what life truly is arqios.
Andy
April 7th, 2025 01:20
Goldfinch60 said:
Shed those strings, stop the nose growing and tell what life truly is arqios.
Andy
April 7th, 2025 01:20
puppeteering farewell
Cheeky Missy said:
[Thank you for the hint] Laden thus with capable metaphors and the haunting conclusion whose preceding tale invites, why do I feel like hugging myself, eh? Delectably rendered with superb imagery, the inherent poignancy haunts me even yet. Thank you for sharing.
April 6th, 2025 19:46
Cheeky Missy said:
[Thank you for the hint] Laden thus with capable metaphors and the haunting conclusion whose preceding tale invites, why do I feel like hugging myself, eh? Delectably rendered with superb imagery, the inherent poignancy haunts me even yet. Thank you for sharing.
April 6th, 2025 19:46
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